Ning Wenxian was silent.
She was also hesitant.
She thought of how her husband, the Crown Prince, had advised her early on that if she treated this imperial sister-in-law and imperial brother sincerely, then they would treat her with the same sincerity.
In the end, Ning Wenxian still spoke up, with an especially honest bitter smile, "How could I not be tired? Tired, very tired."
An Jing was startled, having not expected Ning Wenxian to answer her question, and so honestly at that—with each word revealing the hardship and heartache within.
"So many pairs of eyes are watching me," Ning Wenxian continued to bitterly smile, "I can't take a wrong step, can't say a wrong word. It's exhausting, truly exhausting, so exhausting that I don't have time to catch my breath."
An Jing knew that it was not easy to be the Crown Princess Consort, and Ning Wenxian's words weighed heavily on her, causing her to nod her head, "I know it's not easy for you."
